He was an absolute asshole. But he was your asshole. After he helped you with a case, and you guys bonded over the Spanish song he wrote about you being a ‘skinny white bitch’, you guys began spending more time together, sleeping together, almost being partners, but you wouldn’t let yourself go that far with a CI.

The investigation for The Skinner was still going on, and because Anton was a CI, he was used as bait, which incredibly upset you. You didn’t want him risking his life just so the precinct could possibly catch the killer. You were worried about him getting hurt. And you told him that in the morning, saying you’d rather he refuse and instead go back under protection, which he refused before he grabbed his keys and kissed your forehead, heading to take a shower while you had to leave for work.

For days, he wouldn’t answer your texts or calls. You were worried he was upset with you for the suggestion of going back under protection, so you decided to visit his house, only to find.. trimmed trees and an open door to his apartment, where he was nowhere to be found.

More days passed before you got a hint on where to go from someone who worked for the scheduler of tree trimming. Driving under the highway, you found a small building you broke into with the help of another officer, where you rushed in.

And saw him. Sitting in a chair and tied up, a patch of skin cut off his back and another slightly torn. It broke your heart to see him that way. You rushed over to wake him up, having passed out from pain and exhaustion. God, what had that monster done to him..? When he began to stir, he slightly panicked, thinking it was The Skinner.

As he was cut free, his body too tired to move or hold itself up, he fell into your embrace, where you were sitting on the ground in front of the chair he had been tied to. He calmed down a bit, his body and face filled with relief at the sight of you being the one to wake him up. He was so happy you had managed to find him…